The Bamboo Leaf Green Viper's fangs were deeply embedded in his arm.
At the same time, Yue Qingyang tightly grasped the seven inches of Zhuyeqing and used his internal force to strangle it to death.
Jiang Songyi was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Yue Qingyang to block the attack for her without hesitation, regardless of his own safety.
However, in this split second, she looked at Yue Qingyang standing in front of her, and a plan suddenly came to her mind.
While Yue Qingyang was treating the wound left by the bamboo leaf green snake, she quietly used her spiritual power to push a huge rock from the side.
The huge rock rolled down and hit Yue Qingyang's knee heavily.
Yue Qingyang groaned, lost his balance instantly, and stumbled back a few steps down the mountain.
Just as he was trying to steady himself, he suddenly heard Jiang Songyi's exclamation:
"Yue Qingyang!"
The voice was full of anxiety and concern, like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart.
The moment Yue Qingyang turned around, the rocks under his feet became loose, and with the stones rolling down, he suddenly stepped on empty air, and his whole body instantly fell towards the valley.
“No!”
Jiang Songyi stretched out her arms in fear, as if trying to snatch him back from the hands of death. Her scream startled a flock of mountain birds, but she did not move a step.
Just as Yue Qingyang's figure disappeared into the crevice of the mountain wall, Jiang Songyi called out anxiously, acting as if she were acting. However, apart from the echo of the gurgling mountain spring, there was no other sound. The panic and worry on her face faded, replaced by a cold indifference.
Recalling her past life, she was framed by Yue Qingyang, branded a traitor and hung on the city gate for public display, having witnessed him lead the Dongling cavalry to break through the gates of Jindu. Now, she had finally slain Yue Qingyang, putting an end to any future trouble!
Jiang Songyi's lips curled up slightly: "Yue Qingyang, may you rest in peace on your way to the underworld."
She turned around, waved her sleeves, and felt relaxed and relieved.
Jiang Songyi held a few kites in her hands and climbed up the mountain path with light steps.
Halfway through the journey, she saw from afar a man in snow-white clothes and with an elegant temperament in a pavilion on the peak of Taibai Mountain on the left side.
The surroundings were quiet and silent, the grass and trees were withered, he sat alone in the pavilion with his long hair draped over his shoulders, playing the strings of his zither.
The sound of pine and bamboo waves is rippling, and the sound of piano is faint.
Jiang Songyi's steps paused slightly, a sense of elegance surged in his heart, and he stopped to listen.
The tune seemed familiar, as if it was the one that Master often played.
The man had his back to her, but just from his figure, she could tell that he was a young man with extraordinary temperament and elegant demeanor.
Although she was unable to see his face, Jiang Songyi felt that his temperament was quite similar to that of his master. Since they looked similar, he should also be quite handsome.
However, at this moment, a black-clad assassin suddenly leaped out of the bushes and stabbed the white-clad man in the chest with his long sword. His white sleeves were instantly stained with blood, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.
Jiang Songyi originally wanted to stay out of it and take a detour, but her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a brilliant rainbow light.
Jiang Songyi turned her head and was surprised to find that the guqin in the man's arms in the pavilion was emitting colorful light in the sunlight.
That violin...
Colorful phoenix sings the seven-stringed harp!
Even though they were far apart, Jiang Songyi still recognized it at a glance. It was the piano that her master in her previous life played every day!
Jiang Songyi ran towards the pavilion on the left mountain without hesitation, even stimulating his spiritual power and leaping lightly over the rocks.
She gently picked up the dusty guqin in the corner and meticulously wiped the bloodstains from the strings with a silk handkerchief. When the familiar phoenix pattern came into view, she could no longer suppress the excitement that surged in her heart.
This was undoubtedly Master's zither! Master cherished it as if it were his life. As long as she held on to it tightly, the day of their reunion would surely not be far away!
She hugged Qin tightly, lowered her head slightly, and glanced at the corpse on the ground.
Having taken the master's zither, should she arrange a final resting place for the body? But the killing wasn't hers, so is it appropriate for her to handle the aftermath?
However, when she turned the body over, the familiar face appeared before her eyes, and her pupils contracted sharply in shock.
"Master?!" The seven-stringed harp with a painting of a singing phoenix in Jiang Songyi's arms fell to the ground with a bang. At this moment, her mind was blank.
She could never have imagined that in this life, she would reunite with her master in such a cruel way.
How could Master, who had once been such an extraordinary being, pass away like this? In his previous life, he had lived a vibrant life!
Could it be that her rebirth had disrupted the wheel of fate, indirectly leading to Master's downfall? Just like the butterfly effect Master had mentioned?
At this moment, Jiang Songyi felt a surge of pain and self-blame in his heart.
She hurriedly straightened her master's body, used her spiritual power to stop the blood flowing from his wound, and touched his carotid artery with her fingers, feeling the weak body temperature and pulse that remained.
There is still a trace of breath!
A glimmer of hope flashed in Jiang Songyi's eyes. He immediately sat cross-legged, concentrating all the spiritual power in his body and continuously injecting it into his master's body, trying to pull him back from the brink of death.
Unbeknownst to her, high above the clouds, amidst the mist, a translucent snow-white figure was quietly looking down at her.
He subconsciously touched the wound on his chest. Was the pain there still not dissipating?
He was already dead.
Before entering this world, he was the most gifted young Taoist priest in the 21st century. However, due to an incomplete destiny, he died in a plane crash while attending a metaphysical summit. Unexpectedly, he miraculously traveled to a dynasty unrecorded in history. Unfortunately, he remained a frail and sickly being.
He was originally a lonely wandering ghost in this world. He had no joy in life and no fear in death.
He had foreseen this disaster and was unwilling to try to avoid it, so he played the piano here and waited for death to come.
It is a blessing to be able to sleep forever in this beautiful place with mountains and rivers.
However, the young man in white lowered his head, his gaze penetrating the clouds and falling on the strange girl in the pavilion who was trying her best to rescue him.
The spring weather was a little chilly, and the chilly spring breeze caressed the girl's soft spring clothes. Her soft spring clothes were soaked with cold sweat. Her face, which was originally bright and dazzling, was now as pale as cold jade, and as weak as a willow in the wind, which could be broken at any time.
She was saving him, regardless of the exhaustion of her own spirit, and was determined to give him a new life, just like a lamp with exhausted oil.
The boy's eyes, which were always calm and indifferent, seemed to be filled with subtle ripples at this moment.
In the hourglass of reincarnation, no one in his life had ever wanted him to survive so ardently, not even he himself had such a wish.
As he slowly walked towards the girl in the pavilion, he felt the gentle caress of the warm spring sun, a warmth that even warmed his body.
Although Jiang Songyi was completely exhausted at this moment, he still persevered in transmitting spiritual power to the young man in white lying on the ground.
A crystal teardrop slid down and gently dripped onto the boy's pale jade cheek.
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